Yesterday we brought you the first part of a very candid interview with Brent Corrigan. If you missed it, then you'll want to check it out. (If you read it, you can check out the new updated pics we added to it!)

 

And things in Part 2 are even more revealing!

 

 

 

BananaGuide: What about the oddest moment you've had while escorting?

Brent Corrigan: I'm going to show my crazy for a moment here and say something that is utterly . . . nutzo. The weird thing I've encountered is a series of men, more than a handful, that could pass as Bryan Kocis doppelgangers. One in particular I had to out walk out on. I got 45 minutes into it and couldn't handle it any longer. Though in my defense I finally left because he wouldn't stop slapping my body. At first it was minor, but got more and more virulent and I could tell it wouldn've gotten out of control fast. It was not a sexual kind of slap or ass hazing. Each time he would hit a little harder. When I expressed my concern for it, he would apologize profusely. But then 10 minutes he would smack me again. By the fourth "love pat" I put my clothes on and ran. I insisted he keep the cash.  The sad thing was . . . this was like my 7th client ever. I stopped escorting for a little after that because I needed to screw my head on straight. Something like this is why I screen probably a little more stringently than other escorts. With my background, all the controversy in my past, and the fact that (yeah, like it or not) drama and trouble does seem to follow me lots of places - I think screening potential clients is the only way I can really preserve myself.

 

Given the choice, who would you most want to work with in a porn scene (XXX or mainstream star) and how would the scene go?

These are tough questions to answer! I have filthy fantasies that I would be kinda shy to share or publish. Most of them are scenarios or ideas - more emphasis on things like situations and circumstances than partners. The frustrating thing about having these kinds of ideas is that the men we often love to look at turn out to be disappointments when we meet them. And oddly enough, some of the BEST SEX I've had in my life has been with adult stars off set that most would not immediately assume us to have great chemistry. Good sex and great scenes are truly about raw chemistry. It doesn't happen much, but it can make and break the scene.

 

Okay, answer the question: I'm really kinda quietly marveling that I get to work with Andrew Stark at Falcon. I'll probably steal him and lock him up in my closet at home for safe keeping. Take him out when my hole starts twitching for a big dick. Oh, gross. That sounds so creepy, so ...

 

 

You've certainly been through a lot in your porn career. In fact, you've probably seen a darker side of the industry than most. How do you maintain your focus and positivity to keep moving forward?

It's tough. I'm not going to bullshit you. I left in part because there got to a point in my scene work on set that I knew that I couldn't keep going. Preserving my love of sex became a fear of mine. Self preservation (not just mind and body, but most of all: spirit) has always been a huge consideration. I know too many sex workers that are dead about sex. It breaks my heart (even when I don't particularly like that person, because I can a sense just how back-breaking a wounded spirit is). One of the reasons I diverted to Falcon was because I knew I would be shielded from MOST of the things that can go wrong when a model bounces from studio to studio.

 

Every single studio approaches filming, pairing and running their company differently. A lot of models are very hardy people. And sadly, too many of them put up with utter bullshit from the people that should be looking out for them. One of the things I've come to learn about myself is that if you knock my head out of the game you also knock my cock and performance out of it too.  Some might say "Buck up, you're a porn star for Christ Sakes, you need to be able to perform under any circumstance". I have a major aversion to accepting that just because I have sex on camera that I should be willing and apt to chip away more readily and easily at what I deem to be safe and comfortable working environment.

 

Drama, tension, uncertainty - these things do not belong in most sexual circumstances. Why should we, as professional sex workers, get comfortable with any other reality? And as for being sued at 19 years old, dealing with a murder investigation, and being raped of the assets and equity of my first adult company (something too few people know about, I never saw a cent from the production and scenes I did for www.BrentCorriganOnline.com because my second business partner stole every thing. When the subscriptions stopped coming in he sold the domain to a rival company so they could buy my DVD's and sell them there under the guise that I offering them personally) - those are insanely rare circumstances. Maybe not being fucked over by my business partner, but all the other stuff for sure. 

 

I have reconciled some of the rotten luck and poor choices I made as a young person. I'm thankful I'm still here, relatively sane and healthy. I am thankful those hardest times have shaped me in mostly positive ways.

 

I can't remember a time, until I made porn a CAREER choice, that I was inducted and accepted into a true community. Until porn, I never really "fit in" anywhere. Because of that I know much of all the bad experiences haven't been enough to forever send me packing. Everything in our loves has a value attached to it in some way and I value my life and connection to the adult industry enough to return to my roots with more focus.

 

 

Advice to other young men thinking about a career fucking on camera?

When I screen for models to work with my company the first question I ask the boys is: "What do you hope to get out of porn? What do you want for yourself?" People forget to define or identify the WHY part of something like porn. Just wanting to make money is not enough. There has to be an objective attached to it. That's how successful self-managers become a cut above the rest in this world. And in today's business of internet age celebrities and studios not paying to promote their models - you MUST be a self-made man in porn.

 

The reality is: every genre, every studio, and every company has a different kind of career to offer. They release their content in a certain way that garners a specific kind of response from the consumer.

 

Fame? Sean Cody and Corbin Fisher won't give that to you. A fat check for as few scenes is possible is really the best they can offer. If you make their cut then go for it, but don't expect to walk away with your name and notoriety garnered there. They'll sue you. If you have a problem being presented as a cum dump bottom, it might be best to stay away from Treasure Island. And if you're really insecure and it's important people think you're so perfect you're plastic . . . go work for MEN.com.

 

And for God Sakes, when you apply don't make us ask for pictures of your 1) Full Body 2) Hard Cock 3) Butthole 4) Face. Don't be shy or modest because if that's really you, you're wasting all of our time. Insist on being in your best shape possible. ALWAYS know there is room for improvement.  The pursuit of next level always keeps you on your toes. Perfection is futile, but the pursuit of perfection for WHO YOU ARE and what YOU OFFER PHYSICALLY is not. Take care never lose sight of the reality of things when it comes to your HEAD and your BODY. Body dismorphia is uglier than having skinny arms or a little extra around the midsection. Some of these men that have killed their insides (and eventually) themselves with steroids thinking they're never big enough (even when they're clearly as broad as a 400 year old sequoia), or strong enough, or sexy enough - is sad.

 

 

Five years from now, where do you hope to be and what do you hope to be doing?

I'm a hard worker. Known to even be a workaholic at times. I'm also Manic Depressive (refusing the term bipolar). Over the last year I've accepted that, in my case, that means there are times when my body and brain get to decide it's time for a break. The odd thing about having minor limitations and great expectations: you learn very quickly that NOT wasting time is the difference between happiness and despair. Being overwhelmed by my surroundings and a fear of crowded spaces has become an ever increasing concern. I had a really ugly panic attack at Folsom this past weekend and I was really embarrassed. I didn't have my inhaler and I sat down to try and shut things out for a moment. I'm sure it looked pathetic to outsiders watching me act like that. I do worry that that is going to hold me back more and more. But fuck it - we all overcome our personal setbacks one way or another.

 

My goals, wants and interests shift every few years (porn, to mainstream, to porn again for example). I want to be a strong person of sound bearing in life; knowing what I need and what I want. Not wavering in that regard. Too often we know more of what we don't want versus what we do want. As we get a better sense of ourselves we shift. Less failure and more of evolution so long as we choose new aspirations to take the place of the old.

 

I wanted to put a book out: it was one of my top personal goals a few years ago. Then I discovered in the midst of writing that for my safety and personal well-being I needed to better sort my feelings before publishing for everyone to dissect or criticize.

 

Horses and filmmaking invigorate and restore me. Porn is a fantastic Wonderland but all of the extra baggage (press outlets breaking us down instead of fortifying us, critical viewers that use their opinions to spew hurtful comments, models that can make it all unnecessarily difficult to film at times) diminishes what I love about it.

 

Having things that propel us forward each day in life is foundational. I wish I knew that sooner. I just remember a lot of talk about what job to get, where to go to college, and how to pay taxes or identify herpes (economics 101 and health class, yay!) "They" don't tell us the rest of it is ours to figure out on our own. Being happy and knowing your place in their world isn't outlined in the whole "white picket fence, one-size-fits-all" idealized American Life. I'm just relieved I'm off the hook for that one. Suburbia is like purgatory. It's where you spend half your life before going to hell. So no picket fence in my idealized future.

 

 

You can keep track of Brent Corrigan's work at his website thenewbrentcorrigan.com.

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And you can check him out at Falcon here!